Whose bouquet set a course for bloom without decay
Lots of love just keep it comin', making something out of nothin'
(And these are the things that I)
(These are the best that I)
Disappeared, no trace, musky tears, suitcase
Chase lizards, bark at donkeys, the love of a Martian
(And these are the things that I)
The down turn, brave little burn cub, bear careless
I don't know what to say, lookin' what I lost today
Make room for Clara's bare feet, the love of a Martian
Tick-tock and waiting for the meteor
She caught the ball by the mission bell
(These are the best that I)
Before it blisters into the new morning, milk blanket
Who tried and failed to reach her, embossed beneath a box
The kind you find when you mind your own business
(These are the best that I)
(These are the best that I)
This clock is opening another door
That mimic the dirt, cough, go, drink, it's, it's for you
For the sniffing black noses that snort and allude to the dangling trinkets
Down and out, but not in Vegas, disembarks and disengages
(These are the best that I)
In the closet that's lost
Get your broom and sweep the echoes of yesternights
Turnip snare rampages pitch color pages
Lots of love, just keep it comin', making something out of nothin'
Shiv sister to the quickness
(These are the best that I)
She's got a sword, in case though this is not her, Lord
This Martian ends her mission, the nova is over
Lots of love just keep it comin', making something out of nothin'
Wake up and play, [Incomprehensible]
And bottle nosed grifters arrive in time to catch the late show
I don't know what to say, lookin' what I lost today
Blue battered naval town, slip kisses delivered by duck muscles
Your ilk is funny to the turnstile, touch bunny
It's a beehive barrel race, a she hive stare and chase wasted feature
Lots of love, just keep it comin', making something out of nothin'
In case, the one who can't afford to face her image is restored to grace
Let's bow our head and let the trumpets blow
I don't know how to say, losin' what I love today
Blood flowers in the kitchen, signing off and winding down
I don't know how to say, losin' what I love today
No loft, sweet pink canary cages plummet, pop dew skin fortitude
Our girl is gone, God, bless her little soul
